An Ziqi responded with a silent nod.
She only realized now that the people and events she remembered from her times in Paris seemed to have no connection to her life since she returned to her home country.
She didn't even have a single classmate's phone number; she wouldn't know who to contact even if she wanted to.
Simon was her only link to her life in Paris six years ago.
While she was lost in thought, her phone rang on the table. It was Xiao Moli.
If he knew that she was in contact with Simon, he would surely detonate with jealousy.
She quickly said goodbye to Simon and left.
Once outside, she answered the call.
"Where are you?"
An Ziqi looked around and told him a location.
"Wait for me there."
After ten minutes, Xiao Moli's car stopped in front of her and An Ziqi got in.
Xiao Moli noticed the poor color in her face and slightly frowned, he reached out to touch her pale face.
"Are you not feeling well?"
